ℑ'm Elisa, twenty something pirate gnome from somewhere in Italy. [ pds suffer-s- ]

THAT PLACE BETWEEN SLEEP AND AWAKE {there's where I'll always love you}

Now watching: AHS Asylum, Michigo e Hatchin, Masters Of Sex (s1) | And Reading: Cinnamon and Gunpowder (by Eli Brown).

My height can be a problem. A lot of directors and photographers are sometimes not happy because I’m pretty tall and especially if I work with short actors the difference can be pretty massive.

Katniss, I don’t think you understand how important you are to the cause. Important people usually get what they want.  If you want to keep Peeta safe from the rebels, you can.

anyway, whatever i guess.
- me, probably, about some complex personal emotional problem  (via geeses) -


People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.



I think I love this a little too much.




I hate when you’re like “fuck it’s so hot” and someone’s like “well why don’t you take your jacket off?” Like bitch no…this is my outfit


"lesbian witch hunt shit"



At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals.